Keeping on the outsideGlimmer in the moonlightOnly shadows there dwell we areCreeping on the edge of the darkWe feel warmth in the cold cornersEyes in the back of our headsWe roll out when the day's overChasing silhouettesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWe'll be the last ones standingWe'll be the last onesWe'll be the last ones standingCity made of thin glassSmoldering in pitch blackSin so thick you can't see the starsCan't tell good and evil apartWe feel warmth in the cold cornersEyes in the back of our headsWe roll out when the day's overChasing silhouettesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWhen it all goes up in flamesWe'll be the last ones standingWe'll be the last onesWe'll be the last ones standing
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